Random? Damn Near Killed 'Em

I've been arguing with an older woman all afternoon. In my head, where arguments always end in your favor. I asked her for a completely unrelated favor (which I hesitate to do) and she implied that I should give my dogs to a "real" home with a backyard and kids and such. Because apparently the apartment she's never visited (in three years) aren't fit for the dogs she's never seen. I know I'm getting all defensive here, but my dogs are happy and healthy. I can't imagine abandoning them to strangers just because they have grass and snot-nosed midgets.

My last-ditch attempt at working remotely was denied last week. My last day with GoDaddy is Friday, March 30th. It's official. Just over four years. I just updated my resume on Monster and after a bit of late-night searching applied for a job doing technical writing. I'll do more hunting this weekend. Hopefully something good pops up soon. Either way, everything moves ahead as planned. Within the first week of April I'll be headed across country with all my animals and possessions.

I'm in love. She's beautiful. I love it when she puts her hair behind her ears. I look over at her and just stop everything. She stops everything. I'm in love. Capri pants, once so annoying, are adorable. Her hands are always beautiful. I could spend my days just listening to her sleep.

I have a record player. Tom Waits is in there. He won't come out.

Okay, I'm gonna lay down. Tomorrow is zoo day and fashion squares.

- David